We’ve grown older, wiser,

But never less hilarious.

i'm doing better than my ex
...
i think

I don't run.
I disappear.
When I do,
You won't see me for a while.

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Me—come! My dazzled face
In such a shining place!
Me—hear! My foreign Ear
The sounds of Welcome—there!

The Saints forget
Our bashful feet—

My Holiday, shall be
That They—remember me—
My Paradise—the fame
That They—pronounce my name—

Sunset reflects
on what dawn never knew...